Here's a list of what's happened since I last wrote a post on here:
- I left my job,
- I moved to the other end of the state,
- I haven't worked for the past six months (apart from, maybe, four? days),
- I re-connected with my ex,
- My ex and I decided to travel overseas next year,
- My little brother got married,
- I applied for a UK visa and got my passport,
- My mum and sister booked their trip to the UK to come and see me next year,
- I've taken up photography as a hobby (a proper one where I'm learning techniques and stuff),
- Umm. I haven't got a ten, but I don't like a list of just nine.
I've got a confession.
Have you ever had a moment in the cinema where something funny happens on screen, you crack up and realise you're the only one who thinks it's funny, in the whole cinema?
I saw the Sex & The City film a while back with my cousin. There was a whole "ladies night" theme where there was a fashion show, we got free chocolates and cocktails, etc. you get the idea. Anyway, the film gets going, everyone's loving it and it gets to the point where Big stands up Carrie at the altar. (Gasp! Shock! Awe!)
It's the bit where Carrie whacks Big with her bouquet that gets me into trouble. Part of me realises that this is a very serious moment of the film, and part of me thinks: "Pfft! How fricking funny! She's whacking him with a bunch of flowers!"
And I laugh.
And I'm the only one. Laughing. Out loud.
Everybody else in the cinema is all: "OMG! She's whacking him with her bouquet! She feels like totally betrayed and shit! He's such a prick!"
While a part of me thought: "OMG! She's whacking him with her bouquet! How fricking hilarious! Serves her right for acting like a tosspot!"
Perhaps I should trade in my "Yes, I'm a girl" card one day. Sigh.
...after so many years, I feel the need to share a personal issue.
I'm...I'm addicted... phew...
I'm addicted to The Bachelorette. You heard me. It started a few years ago when I first began watching The Bachelor as a beginning teacher working in a small town. It filled a need in me. A need to watch a hot, single man, possibly get his shirt off on television. The Bachelor worked only so long as said batchelor kept his torso sans shirt.
However, not long afterwards, I had a change of heart. My change of heart came with the series The Bachelorette. Do you realise how many hot, single men appear on this show without their shirts? Heaps! Heaps of them! Bless their little cotton socks. Honest to god, I'd play a drinking game to this show (in which every time you see a hot, single man shirtless, you drink), but I think it'd kill me. Yeowzah.
Can I just say, hooray for fourth wave feminism (I may have just made that up) and for The Bachelorette! :)
... it was a graveyard smash!
I did the mash (she did the mash)
She did the monster mash!
The most wonderful time of the year is totally Easter, not Christmas. For obvious reasons, like chocolate. And seafood. And sunny autumn days.
This great picture of Tina Fey getting a quick peck on the cheek reminded me of how great it is to receive one of those things.
And I'm specifically referring to the ones that come from people (oh, okay I'll admit it, men) who aren't relatives.
Whenever a male acquaintance of mine greets me or says goodbye to me with a quick peck on the cheek, no matter who it is, I always get a little fluttery at this public display of gentlemanliness. It reminds me that I'm a grownup, and a female grownup at that. It always surprises me, but I always appreciate it.
Isn't it great that some forms of chivalry aren't dead?
Cameron Diaz. I really, really want to hate this dress. It is begging me to hate it. But, I kind of like it. It's fresh and youthful and different. And it's not beige.
Well, well, well. Evan Rachel Wood. Don't you just scrub up nice? Bless her little cotton socks and thank the heavens she's left Marilyn Manson and all that makeup behind. It's edgy, but doesn't smack of "Marilyn chose this."
Anna Paquin looks stunning in this dress. I like the cut, the colour and the fit. It's all good.
Renee Zellwegger. Oh dear God, no. Just. No.
Maggie Gyllenhaal. I'm sorry, but Joan Collins you aint; Dynasty this ain't; 1982 it ain't.
Um, Olivia Wilde? My grandma called. She wants her frilly toilet roll cover back, kthxbai.
That lady is my kinda crazy. I heart her!
But, her juice only diet is a bit freaky - like she needs to diet at all. Can't wait to see her new film with Greg Kinnear (who rocks as well) - the one about the dude who invented the intermittent windscreen wiper.